?

Log in

No account? Create an account
YA Writers Unite
Who we are, what we're about
Hello! 
4th-Jun-2009 05:40 pm
 NAME:Kajos
AGE:16
STATE/COUNTRY:UK, England (But soon Jersey not the new one the original)
INTERESTS:Sci-fi, fanatasy, horror, computers, Legends and mythology, Sci-fi TV, Manga, Anime, Graphic Novels, Macs and writing in all forms
MAIN TYPE OF WRITING: I'm going to say supernatural but if anyone thinks otherwise after reading my stuff say so I'm never sure what to call it.
WHY YOU JOINED: I really want honest opinions on my writing and style and see if other teenagers like it and such because my friends don't read much or aren't in to supernatural
WHERE/ WHO YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS COMM FROM:I searched on live journal and this looked good.

I think that covers all of that stuff  will follow this up with:

TITLE: Shadows
RATING: T for now will put an alert if this changes
GENRE: Supernatural
ORIGINAL, FF, POETRY: Original
COMPLETE OR NOT: Not
WHERE ELSE IT IS POSTED: On my journal is the first chapter which I'll put here and I will just post updates on my journal
BRIEF SUMMARY: Cassy has just moved to a new school in a new place. Her one and only chance for a new life, for any life. She wants to forget her past and just settle down and have a normal life and friends. There's this guy in all her classes though Alf and her form teacher. There's all these weird people that just set off her radar. She can't leave it alone...she never could leave it alone. 

Starter for 10

It was one of those British days that had a habit of wandering across the channel or so it seemed to her. After weeks of bumming around this giant tourist trap she welcomed the taste of home. She was a Gloucestershire girl but here she was in Jersey for the first day of Sixth form. She loved the shire but it was her past, it needed to be forgotten. She had a new past now. A rich uncle who lived in London and who was funding her to live in her own flat here.

            The school building was a white oblong at the front with a central tower. It like many things on this island looked like it should have been if California as much as here. In the sudden cool cloudiness of the September morn it looked down right depressed it’s griminess exposed to the world as it was. There was so much activity outside the school as she tried not to get run over. You’d think on an island this small people would have heard of walking or cycling but no. Everyone had a car and everyone drove to school it seemed. She here self had walked from her town flat. It had taken twenty minutes. For here until you got to three quarters of an hour you might as well walk. It made sense, less on insurance and fuel and such; peaceful as well just you and your two feet.

            The all moved slowly to the door and into the giant atrium. She was hazy on schools we didn’t remember much of her last one but it had looked nothing like this. It had been all blocky and rooms everywhere this place took open plan to a new level. There were computers in small screened off areas in the wide corridors. You could probably fit two r three cars across some of them. Waste of space. Her urban mind set added in. forgetting that despite the islands size the school wasn’t going need to take much in the way of extra students anytime soon and they were in no way struggling for space.

            The school only had four years but there was a clear division. Year tens and elevens lounged in disarrayed uniform while sixth form wandered in jeans and t-shirt the girls often in belt like shirts. She let out a small chuckle at this. The uniform regulations as they had come in the post had said several things were completely unacceptable:

 

            Jeans or any denim

            Skirts more than two inches above the knee

            Trainers

            T-shirts

 

Well Cassy was glad she had ignored that pulling on jeans and a t-shirt with a light summer jacket. Everyone went to their regular haunts it seemed or bunched up with groups of friends they had come with. Only a few like Cassy stood alone in the halls ways. Most starred at room numbers, maps and timetables in hope of locating their form. Cassy though had memorised her timetable and after a few minutes realised that her room was a Geography room and nothing of that sort was on the ground for so turning she headed up the stairs. She didn’t know where else to go. She had missed the induction day so there was no one she knew.

            She dropped her satchel next to her seat and sat with her legs stretched out in front of her crossed at the ankles and hands folded over her stomach.

            “Oh, get over it Alf. If you will come in to school dressed like that the teachers will murder you for it.”

            “So it’s fine that the chicks wander round in skirts so short you don’t have to look down to see their thongs but I can’t wear a bloody coat.”

            “Yeah well, would you complain if you were one of those dirty old men?” The boy in the long black coat dressed in black but not full Goth clothes laughed at that.

            “No, I guess not.” Behind him stood another boy the same height somewhere around six foot wearing a pale blue shirt open at the collar and black slacks. The black coat sat down near the back face instantly shifting and settling in to a bored look. The other stepped up to the desk at the front and dropped his bag next to it before pulling out a register. He had an ID tag around his neck. Cassy’s brain kicked in to over drive in to action at this odd student/teacher conversation as the first few names slipped off the register and answers came from around the room.

Kajos: So what do people think?


Comments 
14th-Jun-2012 03:55 pm (UTC)
Love the story so far, will you be continuing it?
This page was loaded Dec 11th 2017, 12:57 pm GMT.